BBQ Season.
Our last BBQ died last year so Dad went to buy a new one today. He came back with a cast iron affair, which he is currently assembling outside in the sunshine, with a whisky for company.
Knowing Dad, he wont have read the instructions, and much swearing will ensue. I'm keeping out of the way! He should suss it, he's an engineer for christ' sake!! Only £20.
Roll on summer!

